This is a shorter chapter, but again I think it gives some information. I've been messaged by some Luke fans that I'm paying more attention to Bo, and for that I apologize. I have to admit that I do find it's easier to dialogue for Bo because he was the more talkative one, but as you will see by the last line of this chapter, Luke comes back into play very soon. Again, thank you for all the great reviews and messages. I'm so glad the story is turning out okay as I had wondered if it would keep people's attention…We'll also find out who the culprit is in the next chapter, I'm shocked that no one's guessed it by now, or at least they haven't told me if they did.

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When Rosco finished telling Boss Hogg about his disturbing phone call, Boss tried to shrug it off as a hoax. "It was probably Jesse or Cooter calling to make you think that there's someone out there trying to frame the Duke Boys. I wouldn't put it past either one of them to do something like that."

Rosco shook his head. "No, Boss. I'm sure it wasn't either of them. I would've recognized their voices. No, this phone call, you see, it was creepy, you know, it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up."

Boss scoffed at that. "Rosco, spiders make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up."

Under different circumstances, Rosco would just take Boss's abuse as it had become part of his daily routine, but today he really needed Boss to listen to him and take him seriously. He took a deep breath and paced back and forth as he began to speak. "Listen, Boss, I really need you to hear what I'm saying now. I know we've been racking our brains for years thinking of different ways to get the Dukes behind bars and out of our hair, and if this were one of your schemes, it would be a different story. But you see, I think that there really is someone out there trying to get the boys, and maybe even get me. And I also believe that this fella could be dangerous. I'm not sure exactly why, but I've had a knot in my stomach for three days now, and the more time that goes by the worse it gets. I heard this man's voice last night, and he said that I should know who he was, but I gotta admit that I was distracted by how vicious he sounded and I couldn't figure out who he was." He turned to face Boss now. "Boss, I'm telling ya, I really do think that if I don't handle this right, this man could really prove to be dangerous. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't pretty sure. I need your help, Boss."

Boss stood quietly as he listened to Rosco speak. The more he heard, the more convinced he became that Rosco may actually have a point. Every other attempt to put the Dukes away behind bars had been set up by Boss himself, and truth be told, the idea of someone else behind this scared him. He knew that none of his plans would every physically harm either one of the Dukes, but with someone else, he had no guarantees that no one would be hurt, or worse. As much as the idea appealed to him to be rid of Bo and Luke for the next ten years, the idea of one of them getting hurt was something he didn't want to think about. He finally looked up at Rosco and nodded. "Okay, Rosco. If you feel that strongly about this, then we'll look into it and try to figure out who could be behind this." Then, not believing he was actually asking this, "Where do you think we should start?"

"Well, yesterday Jesse was saying something about a delivery truck from a Hawthorne's Furniture store. That seems like the most logical place to start."

Boss agreed. "Yeah, yeah. That does sound like a good idea. You get started on that, and let me know what you find out. I'm gonna make myself decent here and go over to my office at The Boar's Nest. We'll plan to meet there at noon to check in with each other."

Rosco nodded and hurried toward the door. "Okay, we'll plan to meet at high noon! Coot, coot, I love it. It's a regular Perry Mason mystery to solve." He smiled as he stood in the doorway. Turning to Boss, his smile fading but the light still in his eyes, "Oh and Boss? I really want to thank you."

"What for?"

"For trusting in me." Rosco then walked out the door and closed it behind him.

Enos's day was going fairly well. It was only twelve thirty and he was already ahead of schedule with his paperwork. We was secretly grateful that he was the one who was on guard duty for Bo today, as this gave him all the time he needed to be all caught up with his clerical responsibilities without having to let Rosco know he was falling behind with them. He had just closed his notebook and was about to ask Bo what he wanted for lunch, when a call came over the CB. "This is an emergency call for any police or doctor who may be listening. Is anyone out there? Please come back!"

This call immediately got the attention of both Enos and Bo as Enos quickly went to the CB on the desk. "This is Deputy Enos Strate. How can I help you, Sir?"

"Thank you, Deputy. It seems there's been an accident on Rte 7 near the Hazzard line. There's a white jeep on its side down an embankment. I can't get down to it, but I can see people down there and it looks like they're hurt. I can't see the whole license plate of the vehicle, but the last three numbers are 6-3-0."

A look of horror flowed over Bo's face. "Enos, that's Daisy's jeep! She has them numbers on her license plate!"

Enos tried to remain calm as he again answered the caller. "Okay, thank you. I'm on my way and will dispatch an ambulance as well."

"Please hurry, officer. They really need help."

Enos frantically tried to reach either Rosco or Boss, but was unable to get in touch with them. "Where could they be?" He cried, "I have to get in touch with them!"

Bo was beside himself with worry. "Enos, please go and see what happened. Please, they need your help!"

Enos had a pleading look in his eyes. "I….I'm not supposed to leave my post by you, Bo. I was told to stay here. Oh why isn't Rosco answering me?"

"Enos, listen to me. You have to go. My family could be really hurt out there. Please, Enos, I'm begging you. I swear to God I will be fine here while you're gone. Please go!"

Enos nodded. He knew he had no other choice than to leave and go to the accident. "Okay, Bo. You just try not to worry. Just listen for the CB. When I find out what's happening I will let you know." With that, Enos ran out the door.

Bo was still pacing back and forth in his cell a few minutes later when he heard the doors open. He anxiously watched the entranceway to see who it was that was coming, and was surprised to see another man in uniform entering the room. He looked like a police officer, but from a different city.

The man looked around the room, only to see Bo staring back at him. "I'm looking for either Rosco Coltrane or Enos Strate." He told Bo.

Bo looked him up and down for a moment, and then answered. "Um, they're not here right now. Enos has been called to the scene of an accident, and I'm not sure where the Sheriff is."

The man frowned. "Well, I'm here from Atlanta Corrections Department, and I'm here to collect a Mr. Bo Duke. I'm assuming that's you?"

A second look of panic came over Bo. "Yes, Sir, that's me, but I can't go yet. No one's here to release me."

The man smiled, giving Bo an eerie feeling. "Oh, that's okay. I don't need anyone here to release you." He walked over to Enos' desk and lifted up a piece of paper. "I called ahead, and Deputy Strate said he would have all the paperwork signed and ready for me. All it needs now is my signature and your transfer will be all finalized and legal." He scribbled something on the piece of paper and held it for Bo to see, although he was too far away for Bo to be able to read it. "Here we are, all done. Now, let's see about getting you ready to be transported." He took a few steps toward Bo's cell.

Bo's began breathing heavily. "Please, mister, you don't understand. Enos just got called away to an accident that I think my cousin and uncle were in. Please just let me stay long enough to hear if they're alright. It will only be a short while."

The officer shook his head. "I'm sorry, Duke, but I'm really on a tight schedule. I'm sure everything will be fine with your family. I'm pretty sure they're all safe and sound." Then his tone turned cold and malicious. "In fact, it's probably them who should be worried about you."

Again the man gave Bo a smile and this time it actually sent a chill up Bo's spine. Bo's face paled. "What makes you say that?"

The officer took his gun from his holster. "Enough talking. Right now you need to come to me, turn around and place your hands behind you." With his free hand, he took his handcuffs off his belt and waved for Bo to come to him.

Bo froze. "You're not from any corrections building in Atlanta, are you?"

"I said enough talking. Now move it, before you're the one who needs an ambulance!"

Bo slowly came toward him and turned, placing his hands behind his back. Reaching through the bars, the man cuffed Bo's hands behind him. "Now stand still while I unlock your cell. One false move from you and I'll shoot you right where you stand. Understood?"

Bo nodded. He could feel his body start to shake when something occurred to him. "Wait! Does this mean that there wasn't an accident? And you didn't really sign any paperwork either, did you?"

He could hear chuckling behind him. "You are pretty slow, aren't you?" At this point the cell door had been unlocked and Bo could feel a tight grip on his arm. "Come on, genius. Let's get going."

Bo was led outside to a van parked directly in front of the police headquarters. As they walked along the side of it, another gentleman exited the van from the driver's side door. Once they approached the driver, Bo dug his feet into the ground with a shocked look of recognition on his face. "You!" Bo hollered. "You're behind all this?"

The driver started to laugh. "And you and your cousin thought you were both so clever a few years ago when you turned me over to your no-good sheriff and shipped me off to prison." He leaned close to Bo's face. "Feeling clever now, are you?"

Bo felt himself get shoved hard against the side of the van, as a blindfold was put across his eyes and tied very tightly behind his head. "Why are you blindfolding me now? I've already seen your face?" Then as the cloth was secured around his head, Bo yelped a bit. "Argh! That's too tight! It's killing my eyes!"

Bo was turned toward the driver and held tightly by both forearms for a moment. "Aw! You're breaking my heart, Duke! And I'm putting this on you because you can still run with your arms cuffed behind you, but not so well when you can't see where you're going. Enjoy your ride." With that, he was shoved toward the back of the van. A moment later, the back doors of the van were opened and Bo was pulled up into it and was seated on a bench along the inside. Immediately, he was fastened down and against the side of the van and the straps were pulled very tight. As the doors closed, Bo started screaming. "You can't do this! Let me out!" and started thrashing and kicking to try to get free.

Suddenly, Bo heard another voice coming from inside the van. "Take it easy, Bo, just calm down. Try to save some strength. We'll probably need it soon enough."

Bo gasped and froze….. "Luke?" he whispered.